what she was wanting was
idyllic, the ideas peacefully etched and we stitch the charter to the machine.
And on the horizon we saw it,
the first machine
its metallic shadow and it was then we suddenly woke
under the yoke of circuitry.
This was what we accepted,
the apparatus we tested.
The plan was sketched peaceful &
reviewed by the chiefs
appointed behind closed doors, hair turning grey.
(not 100% sure if this has been posted before)